LISTER: Oh, come on, Rimmer, don't give me this.
RIMMER: Don't give you what? I'm dead, Lister, or hadn't you noticed?
LISTER: I know you're dead, Rimmer. Don't whinge on about it!
RIMMER: Sorry to be a bore.
LISTER: I mean, you're everything you were when you were alive. Same personality. Same everything.
RIMMER: Apart from the minuscule detail that I'm a stiffie.
LISTER: Look, Rimmer, death isn't the handicap it used to be in the olden days. It doesn't screw your career up like it used to.
RIMMER: That's what they say, Lister. But if you had two people coming for a job, and one of them was dead, which one would you pick?
LISTER: It depends which is better qualified.
RIMMER: Bull pats! When was the last time you saw a dead newsreader?
LISTER: Channel 27 have a hologram reading the news.
RIMMER: Oh, groovy, funky Channel 27. Big smegging deal. You livvies hate us deadies.
And you can vote Rat in American elections!
IMHO, life is, in fact, stranger than fiction...
Good point. Not only do the discarnate retain their (democrat) voting rights, they are also eligible for government jobs.
Head of TSA would be good.